- وفجأة تدخلين . .
لقمان بن ديركي .
- tow toes up .
I need you to listen for just a second. I don’t care if you only shop at thrift stores. And I don’t care if you read nothing but classic novels or religious books . It is not important to me whether you are thirteen or thirty four, foreign or native, thin or overweight. If you laugh like a goat or snore like pig . I will not judge you. It does not matter to me what kind of statment you’re making while you lead a vegan lifestyle or if you love steaks and fried eggs. Love sex, hate drugs, do cocaine. I’m not interested in how superior your taste in underground music is. I couldn’t care less if you are wearing urban outfitters jeans, thrifted shoes, or a Hollister polo. It is not important to me whether you are a writer, a dreamer, a painter, a gas station clerk, aflorist, or if you’re living off food stamps.I don’t give a shit if you are a hippie, a half-assed hipster, an atheist, a devoted Christian, wealthy, dirty, catholic, homeless, jewish, Buddhist, a smoker, a drinker, clean, or shy, or Apprehensive about what people think ; I will not judge you. It doesn’t matter to me how extensive your vocabulary may be, which independent films you’ve seen, what books you’ve read, how high your IQ is. I will still open the door for you. I promise, and I will let you sit near me if another seat is unavailable. Even if you don’t like what I believe in and even if I disagree with some of your ideas. I will fucking respect you. I will offer you some common decency, and not because it’s right, and not because you deserve it, but because that is what makes sense to me.I’m a shadow. Neurotic, opaque, and drunk with fascination. I’m your friend, just friend. And you don’t have to impress me, because I’m not here to impress you.
عذراً ألف : أشعر بأنني غريب أيضاً .
ببساطة
يقيم الناس علاقات عابرة أو حتى علاقات كاملة
ثم ينفصلون .. وينسون
يواصلون حياتهم … وكأنما قد غيروا نوع حبوب الذرة التي يتناولونها في الصباح
أشعر أنني لم أستطيع ، مطلقاَ ، نسيان أي شخص عرفته
فكل شخص لديه سمات خاصة
لذلك لا يمكنك استبدال أحد
ما فقدته لا يمكنك تعويضه ..
لهذا كل علاقة تنتهي .. تدمرني حقاَ
أبداَ .. لم تلتئم جراحي تماماَ
هذا هو سبب حرصي الشديد عند معرفة شخص ما
إنه أمر مؤلم
أنا حقاَ ، أتجنب ذلك
فسوف أفتقد في هذا الشخص | أشياء إعتيادية للغاية
كما لو كانت أقل الأشياء تستحوذ علي
ربما أكون مجنونة ، ولكن
عندما كنت فتاة صغيرة أخبرتني والدتي أنني كنت أتأخر عن المدرسة
وفي يومٍ .. تبعتني لتعرف سبب تأخري
كنت أنظر إلى الكستناء الساقط من الشجر
والمتحدر على الرصيف أو
النمل الذي يعبر الطريق
صورة الظل الذي تلقيه الأوراق على جذوع الشجر
أشياء صغيرة
أعتقد أنني أفعل نفس الشيء مع البشر
أرى فيهم أشياءاً صغيرة .. مميزة لكل منهم
تثير بداخلي شعور ما ، وأفتقدها
أفتقدها دائماَ
لايمكنك استبدال شخص بآخر
فكل شخص لديه عناصر جميلة تميزه
مثلما أذكر …
تلك الشعرات الحمراء في ذقنك
وكيف كانت تلمع في شمس
ذلك اليوم الذي افترقنا فيه
أذكر ذلك و…
أفتقده !
- لا شيء أبداً .
- I confess that as a young girl I loved a man who would not marry me for want of a dowry. I confess I had a mother who taught me a different way of life, one I resisted at first but learned to embrace. I confess I became a courtesan, traded yearning for power, welcomed many rather than be owned by one. I confess I embraced a whore’s freedom over a wife’s obedience. I confess I find more ecstacy in passion than in prayer. Such passion is prayer. I confess I pray still to feel the touch of my lover’s lips. His hands upon me, his arms enfolding me… Such surrender has been mine. I confess I pray still to be filled and enflamed. To melt into the dream of us, beyond this troubled place, to where we are not even ourselves. To know that always, this is mine. If this had not been mine-if I had lived any other way-a child to her husband’s will, my soul hardened from lack of touch and lack of love… I confess such endless days and nights would be a punishment far greater than you could ever mete out. You, all of you, you who hunger so for what I give yet cannot bear to see that kind of power in a woman. You call God’s greatest gift-ourselves, our yearning, our need to love-you call it filth and sin and heresy… I repent there was no other way open
- It’s longer and higher than loneliness; it’s deeper and wider than pain.
- This is the truth, Majed – God loves you. He wants you. He desires you. He is passionately crazy about you! How do I know? How does anyone know that they’re loved? Everything that you do – the distances you run, the soccer games you play, the classes you attend, the poems you write – someone else can do. But no one else can be who God created you to be. No one else can love Him in the unique way that you can. No one else can fill your irreplaceable role as a child of God. No one else can give Him your love, your worship, your relationship. His deep love for you surpasses all knowledge, Majed. It’s longer and higher than loneliness; it’s deeper and wider than pain. I won’t pretend to understand the pain you have been through, but know this – God yearns to heal you, but He won’t force Himself on you. He doesn’t want you to continue to carry that pain. He wants you to trust Him enough to give it all to Him. Majed, God is longing to take your sorrow and give you His joy!
- ولملم جراحه : راح ورحل !
- I remember one time we were getting ready to go to South America and everything was packed up and in the car ready to go and I hid and I was crying because I really did not want to go, I wanted to play. I did not want to go
- .1958 – 2009
- Hello .
Why can’t we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn’t work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.
- Evil prevails
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I feel like all I’ve done my whole life is be pretty. I mean, all I’ve done is be born! I’m a failed actress, a failed artist , a failed lover , a failed poet , and I’m not much good as a mother. Come to think of it, I’m not even that pretty anymore. I have failed at everything, but I won’t fail as a human being.
- لن أموت في الساعة الواحدة بتوقيت غرينتش .
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I refuse to die At one o’clock after midnight . That’s the time when my mom gave birth to me . I beg you god to understand that i don’t want to die at the same hour of where i was born . It’s completely in the heart of the night ,So i have to wait for a long time until the morning came . I mean only IF The dead could watch the light of the sun that’s maybe will be cool , While i get to heaven ,and looking at the last Sunset of my enemy earth ; I think that well make me feel satisfied .
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